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[Safran <er...@en...>]

Et his new employer do the speaking. They were admitted to the house by
a thin, old man wearing a pink turban. As they followed this butler down
a hallway, Aaron and Waziri heard the shrieks and giggles of feminine
consternation that told of women being herded into the zenana. The
Amishman glimpsed one of the ladies, perhaps Sarki Kazunzumi's most
junior wife, dashing toward the female sanctuary. Her eyes were lozenges
of antimony; her hands, dipped in henna, seemed clad in pale kid gloves.
Aaron, recalling pointers on Murnan etiquette he'd received at
Georgetown, elaborately did not see the lady. He removed his hat as the
turbaned butler bowed him to a plush-covered s